HERA’S POV
THE maids carrying trays emerged from that door.
"Young Master sent some snacks for you to enjoy," one of the maids said, and placed the food they were carrying on the table before leaving.
There were freshly baked cookies, pizza, pasta, fried chicken, fresh fruits, and juices.
"Are you serious? This is just a snack for us?" Elsie asked me in disbelief. "My gosh, Hera! Are we going to be executed with the amount of food here?"
"Actually, that's what I thought at first, too, but serving a lot of food is normal here. When we say to serve at least good for 3, they bring out food that looks like it's good for 10," I explained with a shrug. "And often, we can't consume what they serve. Sometimes, I'm the only one feeling bad about it, but I feel like they eat it too because, hon
